Shen Chongshan bitterly laughed and spoke hoarsely "Fierce Blade, we are at the end of our fate now. What I asked is just to recognize the faces you know among the crowd! I don't care if you kill any innocent, but I can't let any of them get away from what they deserve!"
Li Wuliang could never forget the battle. Every night when he was asleep, the enemies' faces would reflect in his head again and again. Dao Origin Stage cultivators had a better memory than ordinary people. He hated his enemies so much that it was impossible he would recognize them wrong! Now, as he looked around those faces, he felt like they were back to the battle again, with all those terrible faces.